Early in the misty misty morning heading for another freeway jam
Sleepy eyed and shivering waking up and wishing it was Sunday I wish it was Sunday
On the radio they´re playing love songs songs that make me want to turn around

Factory gates are up ahead. I wished that I was home in bed
With you, right now, back home with you, right now

But I work to make a living and I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I´m awake
Yes and I´d like to leave the city but I can´t afford to move
And I think I´m going under with them way down lowdown smokey factory blues

I was born a lover not a worker
Money doesn´t smell like sweet perfume
Some of us feel out of place-engine oil upon our face

Believe me you better believe me

But I work to make a living and I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I´m awake
Yes and I´d like to leave the city but I can´t afford to move
And I think I´m going under with them way down lowdown smokey factory blues

Yes. I work to make a living and I work without a break
And I work when I am sleeping and I work when I´m awake
Yes and I´d like to leave the city but I can´t afford to move(Fade)